The girl sighed into her coffee mug.
She was suffering from writer's block and a need to indulge in some stimulating conversation.
She needed someone to listen to her story. She needed to listen to someone tell her a story. Either way, she needed something by way of human interaction.
She had just been accepted into IAFT...she should've been ecstatic. She was. She really was. She just didn't have anyone to share the great news with.
Everyone she could tell was busy. Those who were available couldn't be told.
How ironic.
It was a long time coming, but she was finally on her way. And all it took was a few bad turns last year to finally get her started down this road. How very, very ironic. Happy. Sad. Bittersweet.
She loved the irony. She may have loved it more had it not been her story.
It was fine, it was a story any which way.
2 comments:
this story tasted like the 3 day old sandwich i bought at the train station cuz there was nothing else to eat...
hah!
She took note and decided to irritate him even more by responding in the third...touche. :)
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